Shedding a Red-Light On "The Dumas Hotel"

Shedding a Red-Light On "The Dumas Hotel"

Here's the backstory for the song, "The Dumas Hotel." My great-aunt Ruby Garrett was the last madam of The Dumas Hotel in Butte, Montana. Not only that, she served two prison sentences; one for manslaughter in 1959 and the other for tax evasion in 1981.

Travis' Story: Between More and Enough: Operating a Micro-Farm

Travis' Story: Between More and Enough: Operating a Micro-Farm

We have just a little spot with only 5 Acres. It's not a lot, but it's enough for us. It's kinda like that sign at Jimmy John's, "The gap between more and enough never closes," or something like that. A person always wants more, but it's nice to be happy with what you have.

Rebecca's Story:: Where Dreams Meet the Land: Life on Today's Family Farm

Rebecca's Story:: Where Dreams Meet the Land: Life on Today's Family Farm

This is totally off the cuff, but our modern-day doesn't really value doing without or sacrificing, broadly speaking. Whereas a hundred years ago it was the way people lived and the way they made things work; they went without.

Eric's Story:: Hope in the Margins: A Correctional Officer's Story

Eric's Story:: Hope in the Margins: A Correctional Officer's Story

Being a correctional officer isn't being some sort of big brute tossing people around. It's having sympathy and empathy. It's former detainees coming up to you in the street and saying, "Thank you for the respect you gave me...I've turned my life around." It's people that go back into the community to be productive citizens - that's what being a correctional officer is all about. 

Amanda's Story: Shaped By Loss: Losing a Brother and the Power of a Poem

Amanda's Story: Shaped By Loss: Losing a Brother and the Power of a Poem

Brian didn't live past 25, and I'm going to be 35. I have already lived the sort of life he never got to live. He never got married, he never had kids and he never left Illinois. I'm married, have a daughter and I've lived lots of different places. Because he didn't get to do these things I'm going to do them and I have done them. 

The Voice that Speaks to Women: An Open Letter to Dr. Jacobson

The Voice that Speaks to Women: An Open Letter to Dr. Jacobson

Dr. Jacobson, you are in a unique position to speak into the lives of women. How will you use your voice? Will you use it to feed into negative self-talk and negative body image? Or, will you use it to inspire women to see themselves in the best possible light through positive affirmation and realistic body images?  

Jessica's Story: Building a Life and Raising a Family With No Religion, Too

Jessica's Story: Building a Life and Raising a Family With No Religion, Too

In 2001, Jessica arrived in Rochester via Winona after graduating from Winona State University. Growing up in Chicago, she loved the city life, and never imagined she would grow roots in a town such as Rochester, but she and her husband have learned a valuable lesson in what it means to create the kind of life you want to live wherever you are.

Driving Off the Side of a Mountain: When to Let Go of a Dream

Driving Off the Side of a Mountain: When to Let Go of a Dream

I would have a (nighttime) dream where I was driving in a car on a busy highway. Usually, I was lost, or unsure of the way....There would always be a feeling that I was out of control. That at any moment the car I was driving would go off the road, or the cars around would hit me, or I would miss an exit or the highway would end. 

Anissa's Story: A New Heart, A Double Transplant Survivor

Anissa's Story: A New Heart, A Double Transplant Survivor

Anissa was only in her mid-30's when hypertrophic cardiomyopathy began to thicken the wall of her heart. Anissa became so ill that walking small distances exhausted her. Her liver and lungs were also failing as a result of this genetic condition.

Paul & Bethany's Story: An Unexpected Journey, Part 1

Paul & Bethany's Story: An Unexpected Journey, Part 1

We were gathered around a picnic table on a Sunday afternoon after worship. The bright sun warmed us as we ate lunch. The couple that sat across from me began to tell their story. They were young, hardly out of college, and somewhere in the conversation, I realized they were something very special, indeed.